Monday, November 29, 2010

The Dog Who Wanted to Die

Are you SERIOUS?!!

Oh yes I am!!

Tonight, about 2 1/2 hours after I went to bed (stupidly thinking I would get in a good, FULL nights sleep).  Moe starts digging around at his blankets, making this weird noises, and coming up to put his cold nose in my ear....CONSTANTLY!  Finally, I got out of bed (after first making Scott get out of bed to see if he had food and water) and followed him....out to the middle of the living room.  He just sat down, but he kept licking his..uh..lips? (if dogs have lips).  I finally let him outside, and crawled back into bed.  He stayed out for about 20 min (loading up on'll see why) and then barked to come in again.  I let him in, and the same routine..this time WORSE, MUCH WORSE.  I rolled over and told Scott that something was really wrong, and that I was taking my fan and going to lay out on the couch with him until I could figure out what was going on.  I gathered my fan, my blanket, and my Moe and we curled up on our oversized chair.  And then I realized what was going on.  He was choking.  He kept...uh...well, TRYING to upchuck something from his throat, but it wasn't working.  He was breathing, but it was very shallow and he was having a hard time with it.

I immediately said a prayer (I figured Scott wouldn't be too excited to get up and give a dog a blessing...and something tells me his faith might have been doubting had I made him), and turned on the laptop.  After what seemed like 8 hours of booting up, the internet finally came up (miracle in and of itself) and I looked up some information.  I found instructions for trying to dislodge the 'object' (can' wait to see what it is...if I ever find out.  Probably a barbie head.), then moved on to the Heimlich.  You can't tell from this picture, but this dog is approx 8 feet long, give or take.  It's pretty much a snake with short legs and hair.  Needless to say, the Heimlich was quite the acrobatic act and amusing, I'm sure.  I didn't receive any IMMEDIATE results, however, within the next 10 min he did barf up what looks like a truckload of oatmeal and grass.  Twice.  Unfortunately, that didn't do the trick.  He wanted back outside (to reload), so I let him out again.  He was out for another 15 min and he just came in again.  He seemed to be acting fine, so I started shutting off lights again, when I look over and he's gagging all over again.  Looks like it's going to be a long night.

I'll try and keep you updated.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

My Baby Boy's Growing Up


Time it was, and what a time it was, it was
A time of innocence, a time of confidences
Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph
Preserve your memories, they're all that's left you
-Simon and Garfunkle "Bookends"
Happy 15th Birthday Enoch!